Xuanyuan Feifei

After entering the bathroom, Wan Fuqi remained immersed in the role of a "considerate husband."

With one arm around Li Mao's waist, he held the unsteady man firmly against his chest.

Humming a cheerful tune, he adjusted the bathwater to a suitable temperature. Once he was done, he even impulsively tossed in a complimentary bath bomb from the hotel.

Only after the bath bomb had fully dissolved did he carry the little cat, who had finally learned how to put away his claws, into the tub.

The moment his exhausted body sank into the warm water, the furrow between Li Mao's brows finally showed some signs of easing.

Yet he still kept his eyes and lips tightly shut as if fleeing, enduring the humiliation of being toyed with by someone above him.

For some reason, even though the water was the same temperature, the water from the Enigma's palms made Li Mao shiver uncontrollably.

No matter how many handfuls of water washed over him, he still trembled badly.

"We still don't know our darling's name, do we?" Wan Fuqi suddenly asked.

He lowered his lashes and looked at the little stutterer's pert nose from beside Li Mao's ear, stroking his now-soaked golden hair.

"Actually, shouldn't we have asked that before going in? Then we could've called out darling's name while doing it just now. Wouldn't that have felt warmer?"

As if picturing that scene, Wan Fuqi wore a blissful, dreamy smile.

He pulled their handcuffed hands from the water, held Li Mao's wet hand, and kissed his palm.

"Sorry. It's my first time being a husband, so I've been terribly inadequate. I promise I won't be this careless next time. Please don't be angry with me, darling, okay?"

Wan Fuqi tilted his head against Li Mao's palm and lightly laughed as he pressed on. "So, what is my newlywed's name?"

Li Mao knew that keeping silent right now was not a wise strategy, nor was defying the Enigma who could control him.

But he still did not open his eyes. He merely answered coldly, "Fei... Feifei."

Wan Fuqi raised his eyes. "How is it written?"

This time, Li Mao opened his eyes. "The grass radical, plus the fei from you're so fucking stupid."

After hearing the character's composition, Wan Fuqi's expression became difficult to describe.

It was not because the little stutterer had slipped in a personal jab and openly cursed him.

It was because he felt that character was truly at odds with an Alpha who had broken into his room in the middle of the night and used a stun gun to leave bruises on his face.

Fei, flying, drifting mist...

None of those would have seemed out of place, so why did it have to be the fei from Miffy the rabbit?

Having only spent one short night with Li Mao, Wan Fuqi had not expected that his seemingly obedient newlywed could still lie without blushing even while handcuffed to him, spinning such nonsense in such a natural tone.

Thus, Wan Fuqi did not grow too suspicious. He merely continued with rigorous seriousness, "Is it just Fei, or Feifei?"

Li Mao had not expected to actually fool an Enigma with more tricks up his sleeve than a lotus root had holes.

When he heard Wan Fuqi's solemn question, he nearly laughed aloud.

Li Mao hurriedly turned his head away, completely hiding his expression from Wan Fuqi's sight before continuing in that cold, unwilling yet helpless tone. "Re... repeated character."

"Feifei?" Wan Fuqi tried repeating it, looking even more puzzled.

From the upward lilt in his voice alone, Li Mao could more or less imagine the wonderful expression on his face.

Though he was trying his hardest to hold back his laughter, his body trembled uncontrollably in the Enigma's arms.

No matter what, he had won back a small round.

Wan Fuqi still had doubts about the answer, but when he saw the Alpha's somewhat thin shoulders and back trembling in his arms, he thought his slightly stern tone had once again triggered the Alpha's instinctive fear.

So he stopped pursuing how such an absurd and strange name had come about. Under the water, he stroked the butterfly tattoo printed on the smooth skin of Li Mao's lower back and softened his voice.

"What about your surname?"

"Xuanyuan," Li Mao answered without hesitation.

Xuanyuan Feifei...

Wan Fuqi pressed his lips together in silence.

After a long while, he finally spoke again helplessly. "Is this fun?"

At those words, Li Mao's lips, which had been fighting to hold back a smile for so long, finally gave in. Sitting in the bathtub, he burst into unrestrained laughter.

He turned and stared provocatively at Wan Fuqi. "Isn't it fun? I saw you having plenty of fun, didn't I? Besides, who says I can't be called Xuanyuan Feifei? You kept calling me darling so happily, yet there's not even this much tr-trust between us?"

Li Mao's features were not as exquisite and perfect as Wan Fuqi's, but his brows and eyes were exceptionally beautiful.

His brows were smooth in shape, their peaks boldly arched, displaying the roguish air about him to the fullest. Yet they were not overly thick, and their tails curved gently, carrying a hint of softness.

His eyes were also different from Wan Fuqi's deep, Western-style features. His were the standard eyes of an Eastern beauty—narrow in front and broad in back, long and slightly upturned.

His thin inner double eyelids rested over straight lashes, while the folds only became more pronounced toward the outer corners.

Now that he smiled, his dark, round pupils sparkled so brightly that even Wan Fuqi, after being thoroughly played, could not stay angry.

His consciousness had not been very clear last night. Even though he knew the Alpha he had marked was beautiful, his current definition of the little stutterer's appearance had clearly gone beyond the word "beautiful."

For once, he did not use the rather inhumane violent methods he had used before to properly teach the Alpha who had teased him a lesson.

He lowered his head with an indulgent smile and nodded slightly. "Darling is right. Trust is the most important thing between partners."

It was only a name. If Li Mao wanted to play around with it, he could. Sooner or later, he, as the husband, would find out anyway.

Li Mao, who had already prepared himself to be pinned beneath the bathwater and drowned by the idiot Enigma, was stunned to see the matter get brushed aside so easily.

For a moment, he could not even laugh anymore.

Feeling somewhat dejected and a little on edge, Li Mao stirred the water in the tub twice.

Honestly, this was worse than being shoved underwater and made to swallow a few mouthfuls of bathwater to rinse his mouth out.

This abnormal reaction instead forced him to keep his attention on the person behind him at all times, lest he encounter some even more terrifying underhanded move.

But the back of a person's head did not have eyes.

The unknown punishment was the most terrifying.

Gradually, Li Mao no longer even felt like splashing the water. He merely sat blankly in the bathtub, allowing the Enigma behind him to gently rub foam through his long hair.